Siren Whispers

Siren Song


No regrets


an end that came too soon

full stop on a sentence


a storied introduction

mix of joy and pain

knowledge found in a glance

soul an open book


reflections of this woman

needs, desires

unknown, unacknowledged

without exploration, risk

a voice would have remained



no regrets in chances

taken, a belonging

monotone shadow lived


cast off

each day painted vivid hues

continue to resonate


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A siren’s fairytale


This girl

never stops imagining.

Heroes and heroines

bitter foils and happy endings.

A knight in shining armor to save the day

or the one to put me in peril.


Wend your way through this rough thicket of life

The vines and thorns that bedevil the path

To find me

Rose red in slumber

Needing your touch to bloom

A kiss to awaken me

To glorious possibility

Or perhaps

I just need you to be the wolf in the woods

Seeking this Red’s tender neck

To bite


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Bow to strings


Violin plays to my soul’s voice.


Your lips find my skin with every note

played, sometimes tenderly

slowly elucidating

notes and feelings drawing

sweetness to the surface

sometimes with an intensity

breathtaking with passion

brooking no resistance

lips to skin

bow to strings


maestro of my body and soul

the song spills from my lips


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my own design

footing lost

fog descends

repetitive motion

every thought


drawn, drowning

sounds of demise

fill my ears

pulled into smothering darkness

unfortunate fantasies

reality compromised

this wake

of dandelion dreams


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Winter goddess


He dreams of pure white flakes

in the dark storm of her hair

of laughing eyes

and cheeks pink from the cold


He dreams of peeling off her clothes

laying her down in the snow

watching her shiver

before running his finger

down the length of her

her eyes locked upon his

body arching to his fingers

before covering her shivering body

with his heat

with his hands

with his mouth.


He dreams of her,

his winter goddess


*Not a new piece but I like it and beg the reader’s indulgence.

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I dream of your hands


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I dream of your hands

tangled like need

in my hair

as I breathe you in.


I dream of your hands

finding every curve and line

touching them

molding them to your palms

like a sculptor.


I dream of your hands

covering every inch of my skin

a blistering caress

that ignites my own fire.


I dream of your hands

making my body sing

with a touch, a grasp

that tells me I am yours

my song for your ears only.


I dream of your hands

and my own hands

become your proxy.


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You never forget the first touch

nothing you had known before

could compare,

a connection felt

beyond skin

down to your bones

a fire

an intensity

continuing to build

every moment

leaving you breathless,

on fire

until you became

a wildfire

and he,

the arsonist

setting your edges ablaze

standing back, watching

you burn


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